Little Sister’s Games – The Royal Wedding

The new queen is wedded in Part 1 and bedded on Part 2. Scroll down if you want to get straight to the action

PART 1

Our parents were delighted with how well Mary and I had behaved whilst they had enjoyed their night out. They had never left us alone for so long before and I guess they were worried that we’d make a mess, or steal their booze, or maybe even invite a load of friends round and have a riotous teenage party.

Instead they returned to find everything as tidy as they had left it. Their alcohol was untouched and the neighbours confirmed that we hadn’t held a rave.

In truth we had never even thought of raiding the drinks cabinet or inviting friends round and there was no time to mess up the house. I was far too busy stripping my sister naked and spanking and slippering her bare arse. She was fully focussed on giving me a first class blow job and we both gazed on one another in fascination as we wanked ourselves to completion.

But Mum and Dad didn’t know this and after years of having to find babysitters or just staying home while their friends were hitting the town, they finally felt confident that they could have a night out without worrying about their children.

So, a few weeks later they told us they had been invited to a wedding and would be away for a whole weekend.
Would we be okay on our own, they asked.
“Of course.” We replied, they could trust us!

———

The wedding wasn’t for a few months, but Mary’s mind was already whirring in excitement.
“Wow, a whole weekend together, without Mum and Dad!”

“Um.” I replied, like a disinterested monosyllabic teenager.

“What should we do?”

“Dunno. What do you wanna do?”

“Why don’t we get married.”

“Hey! What?” She had my attention!

“Just in a game, silly.” She slapped my shoulder. “You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess and we’ll have a royal wedding.”

“Aren’t you a bit old to be playing at princesses and weddings?”

“We’ve got all weekend haven’t we? You do know what happens after the wedding don’t you?”

“Yeah, there’s the reception with fancy food and boring speeches then all the grown ups get drunk.”

“And what do the “happy couple” do?”

“They leave and go on their honeymoon.”

“And…?”

“They have their wedding night together, oh….
They have sex.
You don’t mean?
Do you want to?
Do you want us to?”

“Well don’t you?”

“But you’re my sister.”

“That’s never bothered you when you’ve been licking my pussy or shoving your fingers up there or sticking your cock in my mouth, has it?
I know it’s never bothered me!”

She put her hand on my crotch and smiled at me. Talking softly, pleasingly,
“I love the naughty things we do together and I know you do too.
Let’s do it.
I’ve never been with another boy.
I want you to be my first.
Please say you will.”

How could I refuse.
“Of course, if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” She kissed me hard, on the lips.

I held her her tight.
After a moment my “responsible big brother” mode kicked in.

“You know it’s going to hurt don’t you? With it being your first time and everything?”

“It’s okay Steve.”
She blushed, “Diane showed me how to play with one of her toys,” Diane was our older sister who had recently moved out to live with her boyfriend. “So I’ve already ‘lost my cherry’, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

I had no idea what sort of “toy” Mary was talking about, but I didn’t want to look stupid, so simply said, “Oh… right… well that’s okay then.”
“I’ll make sure I get some “rubber johnnies” though.” (No one called them condoms in those days).

“Well, you can if you want to, but there’s no need.”
She leant in and whispered, “Don’t tell anybody, but I’m on the pill.”

“You’re what!”

She clamped her hand over my mouth.
“They’re Diane’s,” she explained, “now she’s moved in with John she’s trying to get pregnant, so she’s giving me her pills, in case I “meet somebody”.
She doesn’t know about us, though.”

‐——–
So that was that.
In a few months I’d be having sex. Proper cock-in-pussy sex, not just doing oral or sticking my fingers up a girl’s hole.
And I’d be doing it with my little sister!
I’d be taking her virginity…. and giving her my own.

‐———
The next months were difficult, though.

We’d set “the date” and our excitement and anticipation was mounting but Mary insisted that we couldn’t “play” together again until we were married.
In fact I was completely banned from her bedroom in case I got a glimpse of the wedding dress she said she was preparing.
I was also forbidden from seeing her “trousseau”, although I had no idea what that was! I knew she had bought part of it with her birthday money on a shopping trip with Diane though. They were both very giggly and secretive when they returned, so I suppose it was something naughty. Anyway, Mary assured me I’d like it when I saw it.

It was frustrating. I missed my time with my little sister and, as a result, I was getting through far more boxes of tissues than usual.

My own preparations for the wedding were much more straightforward. I just had to find something to wear.
I had smart clothes but I thought I should get something special, particularly as my bride was going to so much trouble.

I needed to find something suitable for a king. I know Mary has suggested we would pretend to be a prince and princess, but that sounded too much like a brother and sister getting married (but that would just be weird, wouldn’t lt) so I was going be a king and Princess Maria would become my queen.

It seemed to me that the Royals liked to wear military uniforms at weddings so I was pleased to find an admiral’s outfit at a local fancy dress shop.

Of course, I had to get a ring too. I got a piece of costume jewellery from a charity shop. It wasn’t a diamond but it looked the part and I crossed my fingers that it was the right size.

———-

Eventually the big day arrived.
Mum and dad were so busy fussing over their own preparations for their friends’ wedding that they didn’t even notice Mary and I were never in the same room at the same time.
Apparently it was bad luck for me to see my bride before the ceremony.

They set off at 10 in the morning, giving my sister and I four hours to get everything ready.

Mary had given me a list.
Go to the florist for flowers and a bouquet.
Buy a wedding cake and champagne.
Rearrange the dining room furniture to create an aisle and an altar.
And assemble the congregation. Not friends and family – just her large collection of dolls and soft toys.

It was a lot of faffing about, but her pussy was going to be my reward so it was worth the effort, no matter how silly it might all seem.

———–
At 2 o’clock I was waiting at the dining room door.
Uncomfortable in my smart but I’ll fitting costume.
Mentally checking that I had done everything I was supposed to.
Checking the whereabouts of the ring.
Becoming irritated that Mary was late.
And starting to feel nervous that she may have changed her mind.

Just like a real groom.

I was brought back to reality by the mechanical “click” of my sister’s tape deck and the opening bars of “Here Comes the Bride.”

My sister took my arm and we promenaded to the makeshift, flower decorated altar.

The music stopped and was replaced by Mary’s recorded voice, playing the part of the vicar leading the marriage service. We recited our vows, I put the ring on her finger (it fit! Well, sort of). We were pronounced “husband and wife”, “king and queen”. I pushed back her veil and kissed the bride.
It was a long kiss, a special kiss, a kiss that felt like it meant something and represented a genuine commitment.
I guess I was lost in the moment.

Mary did look wonderful, though. She had done her hair and make up to perfection and her figure hugging dress displayed her natural beauty.

She explained that the dress was her “something borrowed” as it was a bridesmaid dress that Diane had worn a few years ago, but Mary had adjusted it to accommodate her curves and reveal a teasing inch of cleavage.

The veil was her “something old” and had once been our grandma’s net curtain before Mary had redesigned it as part of her ensemble.

She told me I would have to wait until we reached the bedroom to discover her “something new” and her “something blue”.

First of all, we had to complete the traditional formalities.
We had our wedding breakfast – hamburgers followed by the 70’s classics, black forest gateau and pomagne (you weren’t expecting a teenage lad to get wedding cake and champagne were you?).
Mary threw her bouquet to our guests – the Barbie doll got it – so somebody should warn Ken!
And we had our first dance.
We danced to ABBA, the Bay City Rollers and other chart toppers of the day until there was a slow track.
I held my bride close as we smooched to “Three Times a Lady”, sliding my hands down her back to grasp her arse.
It was time to claim my marital rights.
I swept her up and carried her to my bedroom.

‐—————

PART 2

I lay the new queen down on my bed and lit a dozen candles to enhance the mood.

“Are we going to consecrate our marriage now Sir?” she asked.

“I think you mean consummate not consecrate.”

“Oh right, but we are going to do sex aren’t we?”

“Yes, it’s a very important part of your duties as my wife and our nation’s Queen.”

“You have done it before haven’t you? My Ladies in Waiting said you’d practiced with some of the maids.”

“That’s right, and with some sultry maidens during foreign visits too, but none were so fair and beautiful as you.”

“Good.” She ignored the compliment.”So you know what to do then.”

“Yes, my dear. Don’t you?”

“Well I’ve never done it before but my ladies in waiting have tried to explain it. I’m not sure if I’ve understood it properly though.
There are some words that people don’t want to use in front of a princess in case they shock me.”

I had no idea where Mary was taking our game. I thought we’d be fucking by now.

“So how do you think a man and a woman “do sex” then?”

“Well, it starts with Richard and Frances, but I don’t know who they are.
Anyway he goes to her when he’s excited and she opens her door. I guess he’s not sure whether he wants to stay, because he goes in and out for a while then he decides to come in after all and they both get wet.
They say it can hurt until you get used to it but after that it’s really nice and it makes your tummy get fat and after nine months a baby comes out.
At least I think that’s it.”

I still had no idea what she was up to, but I’d waited long enough. It was time to get on with it.

“Well, maybe I should just show you.”

I took off my jacket and tie and began unbuttoning my shirt.

“Aren’t you going to undress?” I asked.

“I don’t know how to Sir. I’ve never undressed myself. My maids have always done it for me.
They said you’d know how to do it, though.”

Another delay, but at least we were making progress. I didn’t waste any time.
I carefully removed her veil then reached round to unzip her dress.

“Oh you have to take this off first!” she interrupted, pulling up her skirts to reveal a blue band, high up on her thigh, near the top of her stockings. “It’s called a garter. And you have to take it off (giggles) with your… teeth.”

She dropped the skirts, so l had to kneel and push my head up into her dress until I was face to crotch with my lover, the scent of her sex filling my nostrils, hinting at the delights to come.

I took the garter in my mouth (it was her “something blue”) and dragged it down over her stockinged leg to the floor.

“Oooh that tickled – naughty boy!”

“I haven’t started being naughty yet,” I told her as I stripped away her dress.

She stood before me in her matching white lingerie. A delicate, lacy bra, a waist corset that emphasized her curves and a tantalising little pair of panties that made her look more desirable, sexy and downright fuckable that ever before.
She looked taller too, with the stockings making her legs look long and inviting.

“Do you like my trousseau?” she asked. “It’s my “something new”.

“Very much,” I smiled, “but not enough to let you keep it on.”

I lay her on the bed and removed her shoes before peeling her sheer stockings off her surprisingly alluring legs. I couldn’t help looking down at the moist panties hiding her pussy. A pussy that I couldn’t wait to claim for myself.

The corset come off next. It pinched in her waist and flattened her stomach making her bosom and hips look even more shapely. I undid its tight fastenings, casting it aside, baring her midriff and confirming that her figure had continued to develop delightfully during the two months that I had been banished from her bedroom.

Only her skimpy white bra and panties now lay between me and the pleasures of my sister’s naked flesh. And they wouldn’t last for long.

In the meantime though, I shed more of my own clothes. I stripped down to my underwear – a pair of union jack boxer shorts. Not so erotic as Mary’s trusseau, but I thought they were appropriate for a royal wedding.

The young queen giggled.

“You’re not laughing at me are you?”

“Oh no Sir,” she replied.

“I should think not. I am your king after all.” I told her sternly.

She nodded, stifling more giggles.

I returned to the bed and relieved her of her bra. She instantly covered her chest with her arms. “Oh no Sir. You can’t see my breasts. No man has ever seen my breasts.”

“Well I am your husband and your king. You have vowed to give me your body so I will look at them whenever I want to.”
I pulled her arms away. “And I’m a lucky man, because they are beautiful.” I caressed the right one.

“Oooh really? Do you think so? Ooooh that feels nice.”

“I know so. And we don’t call them breasts. They are tits and I love them.”

She looked down at them. “Tits Sir?”

“That’s right and I will want to see a lot of them.”

“Yes Sir.
Erm Sir, what is that lump in your pants? Is it your penis.”

Not surprisingly, slowly stripping the girl I was about to fuck had given me a tremendous hardon. “Yes my dear. Haven’t you seen one before?”

“Only in books.”

I took off my boxers to show her my proud erection. “You know only doctors call it a penis. Most people say cock or dick.”

“Dick? Oh…” she giggled again. “That’s what my ladies said when they were telling me about sex. I thought they meant Richard, but they must have meant… well… that! You must think I’m such a fool!”

At last her strange description of sex began to make sense.

“Don’t worry it will all make sense soon.”

I took hold of her knickers. “I’m going to take these off now. Don’t try to cover yourself up. You are my wife and I am supposed to look at your body.”

She bit her lip and held her breath as I peeled away her last shred of clothing – baring her completely.

“No one’s ever seen my vagina Sir, I hope it pleases you.”

“It does. But you’re sounding like a doctor again. It’s called a pussy, or a fanny or a cunt.”

“Oh no! A fanny Sir? My ladies said that too but I thought meant Frances! Oh my word, I have been a silly girl!”

She giggled, then thought for a moment.
“So it isn’t Richard and Frances that do sex, it’s Dick and Fanny.”
She gasped, “So does that have to go in there?”
She echoed generations of virgin brides when she said, nervously “but, surely, that won’t fit. It’s far too big!”

“Believe me it will.” I reassured her. “I just have to get you ready.”
I climbed up onto the bed, kneeling between her legs and leaning forward to grasp her tits. I was pleased to find that they had grown and were both too big to fit in one hand. I squeezed and stroked and rubbed every part of them, pinching and teasing their erect nipples before taking them into my mouth.

As I licked and sucked those marvellous mounds, I allowed my fingers to slowly caress it’s way down to her more intimate mound. I pushed through her pubic hair, discovering her slit. It was already wet in readiness for my attentions but I took my time, working my fingers inside, seeking out her G spot whilst my thumb tended to her clit. Her sensitive nub was already engorged, peeking out from its hood, begging for my touched.

I was too wrapped up in my own desires to hear Mary’s reactions but her body told me that she was ready for me. However, I thought she deserved more and bought my mouth down her torso to lick and kiss and suck the tender places that my hands and fingers had explored.

There was no ignoring my sisters response this time, as her breathing shortened and her body spasmed in climax.

I gave her a moment to come down.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Ready” was the breathless reply.

I prepared myself.
Whilst everything we had done so far was wonderful, none of it was new, but the next step was a big one. We were going to give our virginity to each other. The first time for both of us.
A life changing moment.
Would it be okay?
Would I do it properly?
How would it feel?
What would it be like afterwards?

It was time to find out.

I shuffled up her body.
She spread her legs as wide as she could.
I slid my cock up and down along her wet and waiting lips.
Then raised my hips, adjusting myself to address my target.

“Ok?”

“Yeah.”

I pushed down, separating her folds and entering her cherished cavity.
I slid in easily, feeling ecstasy as she welcomed the first inches of my manhood.

“Oh no! Stop.” she squealed.

I froze, thinking I had hurt her. Then I remembered she’d told me that she had already lost her cherry to our big sister’s vibrator.
She was playing. Queen Maria was a virgin bride and she was just acting!

It was no time for games though.
“Don’t make me wait any longer” I told her, “it will feel nice soon.” I plunged deeper giving her all I had.
Mary pushed back, without complaint.

My senses were now entirely focused on the six inches of my body that were incased in my sister. Her hot wet tunnel felt so new and so alien but so welcoming. It was exactly where I belonged.

I started to work my hips, taking a while to find my rhythm then pistoning smoothly in and out of her well lubricated sheath. Mary responded, rising to meet my thrusts as we moved in time, syncronising and driving each other towards that exquisite pleasure.

We peaked together.
Mary’s cunt muscles squeezing around my cock, as my balls tightened and wave upon wave of my spunk pumped deep inside her.

We had done it.
The most adult of acts.
The thing they wrote all the songs and poetry about.
Me and my little sister had done it.
And it felt great.

I remained inside her.
It was a while before either of us spoke.

“Was that it, Sir? Did we do sex Sir?” was the unexpected question. Mary still wanted to play.

“Yes, Maria. We had sex. Did you like it?”

“Yes, very much and it won’t hurt next time will it? Did you like it Sir? Did I do it properly.”

“You were perfect. You’re going to be a wonderful wife. And, yes, it will feel better next time, but maybe we’ll try something a little bit different.”

“Oh, is there more than one way of doing it?”

“There are lots of different things we can do and there’s lots of time for you to learn. We could do it different positions, or in your mouth or even in your bottom.”

“Oh?”

“But dick in fanny sex is the only type that will give you a baby and give me an heir.”

“Oh am I pregnant then?”

“It’s a possibility, but you don’t get pregnant every time so we need to do it a lot, as often as we can, to make sure we have lots of babies. The future of our kingdom depends on it.”

“Well that sounds like fun and we mustn’t let the kingdom down. Do you want to do it again now?”

——————

We didn’t do it again, straightaway. It had been a long day so we dozed for a while, before getting up for a bite to eat.

Queen Maria asked me to dress her, as her maids weren’t available and she didn’t know how to do it herself.

Even though the King was far more experienced in taking girls’ clothes off than putting them off, he agreed to help as far as he was able

So Mary left the bedroom wearing only her knickers and her corset. She looked so sexy with her bare tits bouncing freely above her body shaping undergarment and her flimsy little panties that would adorn her pussy for a little while until I decided to pull them off.

We sat in the dining room to enjoy the remainder of our “wedding breakfast” – half a black forest gateaux and a couple of glasses of pomagne.

“Did King Stephen have a good time then?” I was asked.

“Hell yes! Queen Maria was really hot. I loved it thanks.”

“Yes, I loved it too.” she kissed my cheek, “and so did Frances.” she joked.
“What do you want to do next?”

“Well I thought I’d teach the Queen how to give a royal blow job.”

Giggles, “That sounds like a good idea but wouldn’t you rather fuck your little sister, doggy style?”

Cough, splutter.
I almost choked on my wine, leaping to my feet and chasing my squealing sister back up the stairs.

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